Within the beast hide, above the transformed Mummy Soul Tree fragment, a tiny black head appeared.
Jiang Ping An held his breath and observed carefully.
Only then did he realize that the outline of this tiny black head was astonishingly similar to the shape of his own head!
Or rather, it was exactly the same!
"What... what is going on?"
He was utterly shocked and caught off guard.
At the same time, he vaguely sensed that an extremely faint yet genuinely existing spiritual connection had formed between himself and this beast hide.
Seeing this unexpected change, Jiang Ping An immediately abandoned the idea of selling the beast hide.
A powerful premonition rose within him: as long as he continued pouring Soul Power into the beast hide and nourishing this tiny black head, then once it fully "grew" into his likeness, he might be able to completely control this mysterious beast hide!
However, accelerating this process meant injecting a vast amount of Soul Power, which required many precious pills to replenish it.
The most crucial question was this: even if he ultimately established a complete connection with the beast hide, what benefits could it actually bring him?
If this beast hide itself was of little use, or its function offered him limited help, then all the enormous resources he invested would be money thrown into the sea.
Now, he stood at a crossroads once more.
Either he gritted his teeth and continued gambling, or he cut his losses in time and decisively gave up.
Just moments ago, he had sworn that he would never gamble again.
Jiang Ping An closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. His chest rose and fell violently before he let out a long sigh.
In the end, he still put away the beast hide,